Here time has no meaning
No worry of mornings after
No tears wept in sorrow
Only sounds of joyous laughter
I can be a child of six
Or wrapped in my love's embrace
Happy and unafraid
In this special and wondrous place.
To a world of childish innocence
Filled with rainbows and sunshine
Each night to this sacred land I go
In these dreams of mine.
Cloud Dancing
April 29, 2000